little update: my life has currently generated into writing smut, fanfics, smutty fanfics, surviving university, and possibly dying. i hear voices more and more, and i've talked to most of the right side of my body. please don't set your expectations too high for me.

We shared pills and basked in their thrill. We howled at the moon and refused to walk in the daylight. We ran away from the world, vowing never to return. We were in love. We were diseased, disillusioned, dying. We thought we were free. We were lost.